FALSE MAKE UP: a sonnet

FALSE MAKE UP: a sonnet


Shall I shed thorns for just a few petals?
Or, borrow fragrance from the choicest wine?
Is gold most precious among all metals?
Nobility does often intertwine.

Shall I remain a rose without the thorns?
The smell of wine cannot serve as fragrance.
If golden hue is all that all adorns,
I shall not rather have such preference.

It’s better that we’re natural ever
And shed what’s artificial all the time.
One may think that mimicry is clever,
But that is branded too often as crime.

So, my friend, it is better to wake up
And try to give up all that false make up.


M C Gupta
11 July 2008